The first victim of the Flower-Picking Thief case, a secret prostitute, who had a very strong body odor, thus spent the most on perfumed water to sprinkle on herself.
The second victim, a young woman yet to be married, who had been teased by peers as a vixen in her childhood due to her body odor, had low self-esteem ever since.
The third victim, the widow, also had this issue.
And the fourth, the fifth, as well as the Lady Rong that Wufu personally witnessed, all had this body odor problem.
This is the connection, why would the Flower-Picking Thief specifically target women with this body odor?
Wufu slowly moved forward, swinging the bamboo basket he was carrying intermittently, piecing together this thread little by little.
Could it be that the killer himself has this scent, or that the person who psychologically injured him when he was young smelt ?
This is not something that can be determined in an instant, but the thread is getting clearer and clearer.
Like a psychologically dark mouse, hiding in which corner or stinking sewer?
"Hey hey, be careful, that’s about to fall off."
"This fatty is so damn heavy, I’ve never carried such a heavy corpse before," someone cursed loudly from up ahead, abruptly interrupting Wufu’s thoughts.
Looking up, he saw two people dressed in Short Brown outfits, heaving as they pushed and pulled a wooden cart, on which clearly lay a person, no, a corpse.
Putting aside the fact that someone had openly admitted it was a body, just looking at it now, the person was completely covered with a torn mat, silent and still, that can’t be something you cover a living person with, right?
Wufu stopped and looked over.
"Oh man, when is that Coffin Guy going to get here? I’m exhausted."
"Seriously, oh, here he comes... hey, Coffin Guy, did you eat a snail or something, moving so sluggishly?"
Following their gaze, Wufu saw a short man in a grey Short Brown outfit running down the hill.
Was this the Coffin Guy?
Wufu watched as he quickly ran up to the two people pulling the corpse, bent his head and bowed, saying nice things to them, a spineless look on his face.
The one pushing the wooden cart slapped the Coffin Guy on the head, but even so, the Coffin Guy just grinned, not daring to show any discontent.
Wufu couldn’t tell what they were saying, but the Coffin Guy accompanied those who were pulling the corpse up the hill.
Perhaps because Wufu was too focused, the Coffin Guy looked over at him.
Wufu didn’t have time to shift his gaze, and in an instant, their eyes met, making his heart jump.
It was just a glance, and the Coffin Guy looked away.
But Wufu’s heart was pounding, and he left with his head down.
After only a few steps, she stopped, her eyes following the direction where the men had disappeared, her lips pursed.
To be a mercenary, having a sharp gaze is necessary, and details cannot be overlooked.
Even though the Coffin Guy had only met Wufu’s eye for a moment, that one look was sinister, fierce, chilling.
It was the look of someone accustomed to the darkness for a long time. Although it was just a fleeting glance, it was suffocating and oppressive.
All these might be nothing, attributable to the environment, but Wufu still sensed danger from it...
Attributable to the environment?
Wufu looked again, then ahead towards the city gate, remembering that not far outside the city there was a mortuary; was it on this side?
Suddenly, Wufu turned around, looking back at the small village she had just walked out of, her hand pointing first towards the village, then towards the city gate, and finally towards the mortuary, forming a triangle.